When the golden robes saw the king coming, they all ended their training and gathered to salute the king. Werther also walked up to Robert and saluted. The only people kneeling in Westeros were prisoners of war, prisoners and slaves. The normal highest etiquette for nobles is to stand alone.
To kneel down and salute, male nobles usually make a fist with their right hand and place it in front of their chest and bow slightly.
At this time, Robert was still very strong, but his belly had begun to bulge slightly. The servants brought three chairs and placed them on the high platform of the tourney, so that the three members of the king's family could sit down. Seven Kingsguards stood on both sides. Werther and the golden robes
Standing at the training ground, waiting to see what Robert is going to do this time.
"Werther!"
When he heard Robert calling his name, he walked out of the crowd and stood in front of Robert.
"I heard Barristan say that your martial arts skills are almost catching up with his?"
When Robert said this, there was no need to be modest, Werther said matter-of-factly
"In swordsmanship, Ser Barristan can still defeat me with the advantage of his height and arm length, but with a spear, these advantages are not obvious. I have won a few times by luck."
Robert naturally knew about magic. He came here this time because he heard that Werther could match Barristan with his martial arts alone. Honor in this world depends on force, so he came to confirm this time and took Prince Joffer with him.
Let’s take a look together here, hoping to set an example for him.
The gold robes next to them had seen the two sparring before and thought Barristan was giving up to Wirt. Now hearing him say it himself, they found it unbelievable. The other six Kingsguards, including James, didn't believe it even more.
A few even laughed out loud.
Robert heard the laughter behind him and was already unhappy with them, but now he was still laughing at his own brother.
"Witt, you have heard it all. Now many people are questioning you. How can you prove your martial arts skills?"
[Why prove to them that you are fine? Robert probably wants to make a name for himself.]
Witte expands the properties panel:
Name: Vit Baratheon
Age: 11 years old
Attributes (average 100 for adults): Life 400, Magic 1400, Stamina 200.
Magic skills: Level 56 of the Destruction Department (intermediate level), Level 40 of the Restoration Department (intermediate level), Level 40 of the Change Department (intermediate level), Level 22 of the Summoning Department (apprentice level), Level 13 of the Illusion Department (novice level), Level 22 of Alchemy, Enchanting
In addition to strengthening life, Werther's bonus points are basically all about magic. There are only a few mages everywhere among warriors. Who would want to be a warrior if he can be a wizard?
He glanced at several Kingsguards and said two names:
"Sir Boros, Sir Marin"
[These two people are winking at each other, and they are the ones Cersei arranged to come in. They have martial arts but are far from the standards of the Kingsguard, and their character is not good. They are just loyal to Cersei. They were bought with money, and they are just the replacements.
Robert taught them a lesson.
In the entire Game of Thrones world, fools will be abandoned by their families when they are young and never grow up, so only people with normal intelligence and smart people can reach adulthood, but only one fool has grown up: Cersei Lannister.]<
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When Boros and Marin heard their names being called, they walked to the training ground with their heads held high and smiles. The three of them took out unedged training swords beside them. The golden robes automatically gave up the space for the competition. There were other golden robes outside.
One after another they ran in to watch the excitement.
Boros gestured to Marin with one hand to step aside. Marin walked to the middle, pulled out his sword and inserted it back:
"Sir Werther, the Kingsguard cannot take off their armor. You should put it on first." Looking at the crowd beside them, they were all nodding, feeling that they were very chivalrous.
"I have never ordered armor, so I have never worn it yet."
Werther was wearing trousers underneath and a yellow-bottomed embroidered single-breasted long-sleeved robe with a placket that reached to his knees. The emblem of a crowned stag with a flaming head on his head was embroidered on the chest, which was the attire commonly worn by nobles. Holding a large book in his left hand, he raised his sword in his right hand and pointed it at Marin
"I dress like this, and when I call you two names, I'm not asking you to take turns fighting me, but I'm going to beat you two one on two!"
All the onlookers present were amazed. Werther looked taller and stronger than the average 10-year-old child, but it was really incredible to face two Kingsguards at once.
When Boros and Marin heard this, they were still holding a book in their hands without wearing armor. They felt hugely insulted and turned to look at Robert. Robert was smiling.
"It's time for the competition. Let the three of you begin."
Boros and Marin received the king's confirmation, and they were filled with anger, thinking that they would beat the kid to the ground and make him covered in mud. The three of them took out their weapons and stood ten steps away from each other.
"We'll let you, you attack first"
"That's what you said." Werther likes to hear kind words from others.
The strength brought by Witte's endurance attribute is twice that of an adult. He usually doesn't use his full strength when sparring with Barristan. He only learns and uses skills, but against these two people, there is no need to reserve it.
He leaned forward with his feet slightly bent, kicked off the ground so hard that the dirt splashed onto the faces of the onlookers, and sprinted towards Boros with long strides.
The speed is so fast! The two thought that Witte would definitely win with flexibility without wearing armor, so they let the other party attack. They still had this experience, but they didn't expect the speed to be so fast!
In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Boros. The Witte was short and had short hands, so he could only rely on the power of sprint to jump up and stab at Boros.
Boros dodged his body to the right, trying to block the thrust with his sword, but Witte changed his move in the air and changed the thrust to a block. He used his sword to hold Boros' long sword, and landed on Boros's shoulders with his feet and kicked hard, in the air.
Fly to Marin.
This kick was so powerful that Boros lost his balance and took a few steps back and fell to the ground. Marin was running over to support Boros, but suddenly he attacked himself. He had no time to change his moves and could only block with his sword, but
Still underestimated Werther's power.
After a head-on sword fight with Marin, Marin was knocked back two steps. When he stabilized his body, Werther slashed diagonally with his sword, and had no choice but to block again.
Werther's attacks were fast and heavy. Every time he attacked, the opponent's sword would be shaken open, revealing flaws. However, the training sword was not sharpened, and it would only produce a string of sparks when slashing at the armor.
The people next to him saw Marin constantly blocking, and gradually began to be unable to parry. Every time he blocked, there was a flaw. Werther had many opportunities to place the sword in the gap of Marin's helmet, but he did not do so, and just surrounded the horse.
Lin You walked away, swung away Marin's guard with a sword, and struck him with a sword, causing sparks to fly from Marin's armor.
Boros rushed over to support him. Wit saw him coming, inserted his sword into the gap between the Marin sword and the gauntlet and twisted it hard, knocking off Marin's sword and turning around to attack Boros.
Marin lost his sword and lost.
Boros had just seen Wit slashing Marin. The opponent's training sword couldn't break through the armor, so he didn't have to dodge to resist the opponent's attack. As an adult, he has the strength advantage.
Witte saw that Boros's move turned into a slash:
[If you want to go head-to-head, then that’s what you wish!]
Both of them switched to diagonal slashing, which also happened in an instant. The two swords touched each other and made a clanging sound.
Boros took a step back, his hands numb. Witte's second sword had already struck again, and he could only raise the sword's crossbar with both hands. It was a heavy slash from top to bottom, and Boros was almost forced to kneel on one knee, but
I found that the opponent was able to strike with such force just by holding the sword with one hand.
Witte didn't change his moves, he was still slashing from top to bottom with his right hand! The powerful and heavy slashes were continuous! The shock made Boros's arms numb, and he couldn't change his moves and could only struggle to block.
The people next to him watched Boros retreat from where he was standing. He was struck by Witte's sword one after another until he was kneeling on one knee, and then he was slashed again by sword again until he was sitting on the ground. The whole competition ground was clanging like iron.
The ground rang, and some people looked at Robert. Isn't this the hammering method? The Baratheon family has always loved to use heavy weapons.
He struck Boros who was sitting on the ground with his sword again, and with a sound of hitting the ground, the sword in his hand broke. Witte dodged the fragments and saw that only an inch of the sword was left in his right hand.
[After all, it is a training sword. It can withstand so many heavy blows, which shows that the blacksmith of the Red Fort is very skilled.]
The fragments also hit Boros, but he was not harmed even though he was wearing helmet and armor. When he saw his opponent looking at the broken hilt of the sword, he thought [there is a chance!], so he sat on the ground and stabbed Werther in the neck with his sword using his only strength.
, he can no longer care about whether the competition hurts anyone.
In fact, Werther had been paying attention to him from the corner of his eye. He turned his head to avoid the thrust, separated the large book from the middle with his left thumb, clamped the sword blade with the book, and took away Boros's sword with a strong twist.
Werther dropped the broken sword on the ground and panted a little. He walked to the high platform where Robert was sitting with the book holding the sword in his left hand, let go of the book, danced with the sword in his right hand, and then inserted the sword hard into the ground.
, flicked the dust on the clothes.
"I won"
The golden robes in the stadium let out loud cheers and whistles.
Robert laughed, Barristan smiled too, and Jaime's eyes shone, eager to try.